I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them; I have nothing in common with them.

I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them; I have nothing in common with them.

A constant interrogation.

Indeed, the only truly serious questions are ones that even a child can formulate. Only the most naive of questions are truly serious.

Living, there is no happiness in that. Living: carrying one’s painful self through the world. But being, being is happiness. Being: Becoming a fountain, a fountain on which the universe falls like warm rain.

Human life occurs only once, and the reason we cannot determine which of our decisions are good and which bad is that in a given situation we can make only one decision; we are not granted a second, third, or fourth life in which to compare various decisions.

The worst thing is not that the world is unfree, but that people have unlearned their liberty.